Lulu’s problem solved

Today I received this email:

To Our Valued Lulu Family of Creators,

I want to extend my sincere apologies to those of you who have experienced issues resulting from our new site release over the last 48 hours. All of us at Lulu appreciate your patience as we work through these issues. We know that, for some of you, this is a big disruption in your life and we can’t apologize enough for that. We value each and every one of our creators and understand the trust you put in us when you upload your content to our platform, which is what makes this situation even more urgent for us all. […]

The two books mentioned in my Monday post were always available (here and here). It’s only that they changed the URLs during the migration of their webpage.

Published in: on April 30, 2020 at 7:09 pm  Comments Off on Lulu’s problem solved  

Covid-19 vs. the 1st Amendment?

Further to my previous post. As Tucker Carlson said yesterday, big tech companies are using covid-19* to increase their censorship power over the American population. The First Amendment is no longer fashionable. I don’t know if the two books I mentioned a couple of days ago will no longer be available through Lulu but, as I said here in the comments section, we need our own publishing house.

(*) My take on the Chinese coronavirus is that I disagree with the lockdowns. All people should simply wear facemasks on the street and at work, as in Czechoslovakia.

Published in: on April 29, 2020 at 10:08 am  Comments (7)  

Problems with Lulu

Lulu Press just launched an updated version of its webpage and The Fair Race Darkest Hour and Christianity’s Criminal History are presently unavailable. Also, I can’t access to my account and the appearance of those of my books that are available look elongated on screen, on the page to purchase any of them.

I hope that it is a temporary problem and will notify my readers when it is resolved. Meanwhile, the PDFs of The Fair Race Darkest Hour and Christianity’s Criminal History are still available for free (see the sidebar).

Published in: on April 27, 2020 at 7:04 pm  Comments (4)  


Start reading the books mentioned at the top of the sidebar. A compilation from my eleven books may be read (PDF here, hard copy here). Copies of my first book are now available in English here. Subtitle explained here. For a backup of this site click here.

Published in: on March 29, 2020 at 5:05 pm  Comments (1)  

‘Whispering Leaves’

(first pages)

I opened the eyes in the morning and to my surprise I was on Corina’s bed in the bedroom of my sisters. I felt uncomfortable to know I was there, but on turning over and see that Cori had slept with Genoveva I felt relieved.

Both were sleeping, but looked younger: Genoveva looked like a thirteen year old. How I remember the incredibly pure face of Genoveva!, like a little slept virgin. The beautiful matutinal light and the silence of the morning gave the bedroom a unique smoothness.

With a child’s spirit, in a leap I raised up to look at the street, I opened the window and…

What I saw produced indescribable amazement and rapture.

Everything was changed.

There was nothing of the street of Palenque, the Narvarte neighbourhood or even Mexico City, but a Cathedral of such beauty that I stayed ecstatic and dumb at contemplating it. It was of such beauty that the volatilisation of the known world absolutely made no dent on me: my rapture upon seeing the rosy Cathedral eradicated all negative feeling, it was like being in a pristine state of mind.

The Cathedral was in a Mexico certainly, but like a Mexico of another dimension, like a future, or as if history had taken another course, or like if we were in another age.

The landscape was so tranquil, so smooth, there were so few people in that settled and balmy city that my sensation to contemplate it was that of the purest halcyonism.

The landscape I had before my eyes was huge: I could see miles away. Barely there were houses. Just the Cathedral hypnotized me with its unknown majesty in this dimension.

Far away, very far away, I seemed to see a humble woman with a shawl, one of those who get up very early in the morning. She walked by an empty plaza or main square much more extended than the Zócalo of our city or any other.

Then I saw below the changed street of Palenque. By our garage, or a little to the left, in its place there was a grocery store and a few men that looked like villagers; one of them even had a peasant hat. They looked as tranquil as the landscape.

Then I saw a friend from the park that came in direction to the store and I shouted to him:


I wanted that he explained to me what had happened with the world, what might have caused such incredible changes. He saw me and raising the hand he greeted me but he continued ahead to the store and I felt disappointed because I expected an explanation on the state of affairs.

But the setback disappeared when I fixed my eyes again on the imposing Cathedral: I didn’t want to miss a second that image that had me bewitched, in an ecstatic state.

It was paradise and without a thought I went out of the bedroom in order to run down home’s stairs and get outside. But when I came out of the bedroom…

Everything grew dark.

Among the blackness, I found myself in the hall. I wanted to go down the stairs but…

There you were.

I wanted to get outside but your presence seemed to impede my way.

You had the typical face of upset mother segregating bile. I was under the impression you scolded at me, but since my visual rapture had been so, so high nothing of your scolding did I hear, I only saw your vertiginous lip moving. Aunt Blanquita was behind you, also irritated, she seemed a confidante that backed up your scolding. (Very nebulously I remember my little brother Germán near the darkened stairs, but I’m not sure.)

Despite the tenebrous place and the gloomy and jabbering consorts—that I didn’t hear at all—:

From the hall, level with your bedroom there was a window, from which enthralled I continued to observe my Cathedral, this time from a side…

I stayed speechless before its magnificence… marvelled at such a beauty.

But you continued with your deaf scolding, choleric and making faces.

For an instant, your grimacing distracted me from my ecstatic vision.

For an instant I felt pinked by your senseless scolding.

And in that instant I turned over to talk you back.


Then I waked up.

It was night. About three in the morning, the most profound and silent hour of the night.

The ecstasy of my dream’s psychic dimension had been such that once immediately awoke, realising all was but a dream, I craved with all my might to go back to that parallel world and stay there.

It was a sharp drop, the drop from a very high universe to a degraded one. Once you reach the Himalayas of spirit, you don’t want to let them go.

Never my unconscious had reproduced with such an unlikely exactitude the world: it was indistinguishable from the real one. Impossible to believe all was a dream. The bedroom for instance was a trustworthy replica of the white bedroom of my sisters.

It should’ve been about March 1977 when I had the dream of the Cathedral, the moment I reached the peak ecstasy in life. The impression produced in my mind, and the consequences for my real life, are let felt even now.

It’s the most important dream of my entire life: and not even this long epistle will be enough to explain it to you.


Above, the first pages of Whispering Leaves’ first book. Hard copies of this first book in English are now available here (to contextualise it among the other ten books see here). Let me know if, due to the Chinese virus, you have problems with the delivery service.

Published in: on March 26, 2020 at 10:06 pm  Comments (4)  

2020 edition!

In addition to the already published text, the Second Edition of Christianity’s Criminal History incorporates entries 101-124 of the series on this website that do not appear in the First Edition, which only contains the first hundred entries.

He who doesn’t want to purchase a hard copy can read the PDF.

I’m releasing the PDF for free because Christianity’s Criminal History is another of the books that I consider basic to reach the lands of National Socialism. Just see how American white nationalists, so reluctant to go full Nazis, are stagnated in the middle of the psychological Rubicon, as I explained a couple of days ago.

While knowledge of the Jewish question could be the ideal platform to have a good grasp of the Christian question, even secularists in the movement refuse to see the latter in full light. If they weren’t so programmed by their parents to bend their knee to Jewish deities (and this is where the usefulness of my autobiographical philosophy is apparent), in the most natural way they would migrate from the JQ to understanding the CQ.

The eleven books

To be perfectly honest, I think the collapse of the dollar will surprise me before I finish translating my eleven books.

Some chapters of the second, fourth and sixth books are already translated in Day of Wrath. But in Day of Wrath I omitted most of the autobiographical narrative: the axis of the eleven books.

One might believe that the hybrid autobiographical genre that I want to inaugurate has nothing to do with the preservation of the Aryan race that is currently in a state of assisted suicide with the Jewish quarter.

Nothing further from the truth.

The 1956 film Forbidden Planet describes how an advanced extraterrestrial civilisation succumbed to the ‘monsters of the Id’, that is, the demons of one’s own subconscious. This is precisely what has been happening in the West in the wake of World War II.

Whoever does not believe it must wonder how it is that even many American anti-Semites who apparently want to save their race continue to obey the New Testament commandments of the god of the Jews. And exactly the same can be said of secular racists, who are still cajoled by suicidal Christian ethics, as I explain in the first essay of Day of Wrath, ‘Dies Irae’.

The only way to understand such a bizarre phenomenon is to dive into the bottom of the abyss of one’s mind in search of those monsters of the Id.

Whoever gets to the bottom realises that the idea of God is linked to our internalised parents. If this is so, there is no way to apostatise from Judeo-Christianity unless we put our parents on the dock of the defendants, especially if they behaved abusively when we were kids.

For that reason I will begin tonight the translation of my books beginning, of course, with the first one, Carta a mamá Medusa (Letter to mom Medusa) which I started more than thirty years ago.

Published in: on November 30, 2019 at 5:38 pm  Comments (4)  

To begin crossing…

the psychological Rubicon read three texts that appear in this book: a review of Hellstorm, the essay on Judea against Rome and Who We Are by William Pierce. PDF here, hard copy here.

Published in: on October 17, 2019 at 10:13 pm  Comments (1)  

Deschner’s PDF

It is now available (here).

Must-read chapter

My main difference with Alt Right folks is that most of them cannot see a couple of elephants in their own room. As I say in the Preface to the updated edition The Fair Race’s Darkest Hour:

This collection of essays by twenty authors is the result of ten years of following closely the movement known as ‘white nationalism’ which I discovered while living in Gran Canaria: an island near Africa that belongs to Spain. My diagnosis after a decade of intensive research is that two astronomical lies spawned a narrative that has been fatally demoralising the white peoples: a millennial lie about early Christianity and a more recent lie about the Second World War.

Part I shows how Christianity, originated in Judaism, during an ISIS-like fanatical takeover of the classical world destroyed the temples, most statues and libraries in the 4th and 5th centuries of the Common Era. Through Christianity Judea thus triumphed over Rome after the disastrous Jewish-Roman wars of previous centuries. Another article of this section also mentions a gigantic genocide that the Allies perpetrated in Germany: the first Jew-wise racially awakened Aryan nation in Western history. Inspired in a passage of The Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, this section also includes a subject that I consider paramount to spare the fair race from extinction: the development of the inner soul as a lesson in humility to cure the Anglo-Saxons of the false narrative with which their System bombards us over Hitler and the Nazis. Both the Judeo-Christian destruction of the Greco-Roman world, and the Holocaust of Germans in 1944-1947, are the best-kept secrets in Western history. Studying these events suggests that the current anti-white, pro-Jewish narrative is based on a fantastic inversion of two historical calamities: the ultimate cause of the West’s darkest hour.

As long as the First Amendment hangs on a thread, most racially conscious whites won’t take the trouble to download or print long PDFs. They will simply continue reading the alt-right websites. But online books like The Fair Race (PDF: here) will become handy after the System takes our sites down—if they are now properly saved in our hard disks.

The Fair Race consists of 710 pages with many colour illustrations. It is divided in ten parts and a few appendixes. New visitors who want to become regular commenters must read Part I to see the two elephants. If you find it sufficiently intriguing and don’t want to read onscreen the rest of the book, or print it for a ring binder, consider obtaining a hard copy here. One never knows when the System will drop its hammer on the Gutenberg press of the 21st century (last year, this site was taken down for a couple of days; there’s a backup of it here).

Published in: on September 21, 2019 at 10:49 am  Comments (6)